Time
by Devyn May 25, 2008
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November, December, January, February then March, April and May. time moves quickly. days go by as fast as weeks, weeks as months. life. thats just life, is what people tell you. but time is much more than that. its indestructible. when time moves, we have no choice but to follow. our whole life is focused on him. what time will you see him again? when was the first time he looked at you? time. everything is controlled by time. we are slaves of time. |
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16 years ago
I feel you could have made this a little more elaborate. While it had depth, it lacked a certain dimension of thought that I picked up on very quickly. Keep writing, you'll get better
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16 years ago
by Mimi
We are the slaves of time is my fave line. a perfect ending. i disagree with your interpretation of the solidity of time when its actually a fabrication of man to create order but the piece itself is very nice
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16 years ago
by Esther
I liked your interpreation and personification of time, but i think that time could be female also.
